Close your eyes and look back to the moment to see His thorn-crown, with the thorns piercing his blessed brow, and the tears streaming down his cheeks already spotted with his bloody sweat? Can you see his hands and feet, pierced by the nails, His wounds have become fountains of blood! For you he hangs, naked, despised and rejected. Yet he endured all this agony that he might save you. Then how now can you think so wrong of Him as to suppose that He, who once died for you, has no thought of compassion for you? No, by His wounds, you can trust Him; by His bloody sweat, continue your request unto him; pray with him yet again, for he will hear you, his mercy shall come unto you. Keep on seeking God, until your prayers are answered.
Jericho’s walls did not fall down the first day the hosts of Israel went round them; but they went around the city seven days, and, on the seventh day, the walls fell flat to the ground. “Prayer is the rope which hangs down to earth, and there is a bell in heaven which it rings, and God hears.” Pull that rope again to-day, praying to the Father for answers. Make the great bell in heaven ring again and again, and let its notes be heard, “Your prayers shall be heard, and God does grant requests.”
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